This is actually from two nights ago, the night of 12 Jan 2010. I didn't have internet access all day yesterday, so I typed this up in a word document and saved it until I could post.
Also, I didn't have a consistent enough dream last night, so this is it for today. I didn't sleep well and I can't remember my dream with the exception of a couple faces.
It was marching band camp at the end of the summer. My high school band director was there, and was yelling at us for not doing as well as we should. Except we weren’t marching on a football field for our performance, we were swimming in the ocean. So really it was more like synchronizing swimming, while playing musical instruments.
I was chatting with a few of my close high school friends about how our band director’s expectations were too high. He saw me talking about something, and made me leave.
I left the dock that everyone was sitting on, and just started walking since I was in an unknown area and didn’t have anywhere to be anyway. I left my alto saxophone behind, and as soon as I put it down, I instantly changed from a swim suit to regular clothes. I remember not being to upset with having to leave either because the song the band director had picked for the half time show was “Only Girl in the World,” which I do not like. It was also an unusual choice for him, knowing the types of songs he usually picks.
I continued walking until I came upon a pet shelter that looked like it needed some help. There was an unruly lady and her boyfriend there, who didn’t believe that the way she had treated her dogs was bad, and that she wanted them back (even though that had already been picked up and claimed by the pet shelter. I suppose it was an SPCA). The three dogs she wanted back were a small-medium sized white dog with curly fur, a german shepard mix, and a tan pitbull-mastiff mix. The lady had thin, dark hair in a ponytail and was tan. Her boyfriend was tall, built, and also had dark hair, but short, with long sideburns and a goatee. He was very quiet, she was not.
At some point she found a loop hole in what the SPCA did and got her dogs back. None of them really seemed to want to go with her, except the pitbull-mastiff mix, who just seemed like a big happy dope who would gladly go with anyone.
For some reason I was pulled into the whole situation and ended up walking the small white dog and the german shepherd mix, since they seemed to like me. The boyfriend walked the third dog, and the lady walked ahead, jabbering about how she was right, and they were wrong, and about how now she didn’t have any time to go shopping.
At some point along the way she got distracted by a brown gecko that was in a tree. She thought it was cute and called her boyfriend over to look. He liked it as well, and they decided they were just going to take it home with them. That’s when I ran. I dropped the dogs’ leashing (since at that point I was holding all three) and ran past them. They didn’t seem to notice, and when I looked back the three dogs were running the other direction.
When I stopped running it was because I nearly ran into a guy with no shirt, a vest, and big poofy pants. Like InuYasha’s pants, poofy just at the bottom, but baggy overall. He was in a tv game show that had the same feeling as Legends of the Hidden Temple, but not the same in any of the tasks. This game required a team, and you to defeat a whole bunch of people with martial arts, and dodge arrows and other things flying at you, and go through mazes, and then finally answer three questions correctly. So, I suppose like Legends, but in a different order, and more dangerous.
He asked me if I would join his team so I agreed. The first part we had to do was run across a mini desert, while people shoot arrows at you, and some run up to you to fight. Everything was decorated to look like a combination of Ancient Egyptian and Aztec. The team was five people, including me, so I was chosen to just run across and dodge everything, while everyone else defended me. I did, and there was more than just arrows. There were these white clay masks flying at me too, and I had to fight off one guy who got past everyone else. When I got to the other size, there was a puzzle. You had to press the right symbols in the right order in order to enter the maze portion. All the symbols were different colors and in weird Aztec-style shapes.
Somehow I solved the puzzle, and the stone slab in front of me divided in two and opened. I went inside, and it closed behind me. In this section I had to go through a maze, though I don’t remember the maze much, to be honest. But at the end I had to answer three of five questions correctly. I got the first two correct, then the next two wrong, but thankfully I got the last one correct. A weird little idol appeared in front of me, so I took it and ran back through the maze, where the stone slab opened again.
When I got outside, my team mates were still fighting off all the people and dodging arrows and stuff. I yelled “I got it!” and started running back for the starting point. That’s when things became really crazy. Everything started firing two times as fast as before. I picked up a crossbow and used it to fire arrows at the clay masks that were coming at me. At one point another person got back to me, and I threatened him with the cross bow, and he backed off. I got back to the starting point, and everything stopped. My team mates ran back to me and we had won!
We were jumping around and screaming with joy, and some of my friends from earlier showed up and were celebrating with us.
Then I woke up.
I slept really well last night, which why I think I had such a long dream and can remember so much of it.
It’s still very strange though.
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